What we see is composed of matter.

Sometimes as imaginary as the Mad Hatter.

Everyone is a germ composed of skin, organs and a variety of blatters.

Could there be more unkown beings on Saturn?

Who the fuck knows.

There is the possibility that we are all, self-acclaimed, intelligent 

forms of life...

microscopically living in a raindrop on a leaf.

There are endless ammounts of theories and beliefs.

Maybe we are less than that.

We could possible be billions of pesticides living on the nut of a Flea.

Yes, a Flea's nut.

What?

Feel free to agree or disagree.

It is probably more comforting to think that we are living in that raindrop on a leaf that might be on a tree.

Yet we can sit for hours and ponder these thoughts over a cup of tea.

This does not translate to life having no meaning.

It is just another theory that is lingering.